The eve before the paper is due

Today I am working on the last few touch ups of the project due tomorrow. I have the last paper due, which is needing some last minute construction. The e-folio is on its way to recovery and completion.

I have had my three week old niece come and visit from the mountains, and while I am trying diligently to finish the last minute works, I cannot but help but be enamoured by the little precous thing.

Writing the paper on Hamlet was not too hard a task, especially when I found the thesis on his nobility, however trying to compare the two movies we the students watched in class, it is a little trickier to compare and contrast. I find it easier just to talk about the difference and critque it with people versus to people via words. However I also realize that all this writing on different topics and its different styles is a way to help us learn how to write like a pro.

Every time I think I want to be a teacher, the hundreds of paper I have to read is unbearable and must to much harder for the teachers. We are all lucky and blessed to have gifts and talents to aide us with our endeavours, but kudos to the teachers who endure a long semeseter of lecturing, reading, explaining, revising, more reading and finally grading. Teaching english is not an easy task but it is necessary for the workforce!

Hopefully I will see everyone in class tomorrow. :)

words, words, words

I am at the college right now.. I just got through writing a gazillion words, ready to publish, when my internet had timed out, thus losing all my work. So 20 minutes worth of writing... gone!

I shall be back to talk!

Jasmine

Adieu Adieu to Hamlet!

So it is the eve before I turn in my paper on Shakesphere Hamlet. I am working on the last few details and will have it all ready for grading. WOW... what hard work! It was so complicated to start out to create a something that made sense. I felt that this was a much bigger piece to chew, there was alot of information to choose from.

I am glad this is done with, I now await to see how my efforts have paid off.

Hamlet!

Wow.... it has been forever since I have been on the blog. I completely forgot we had one! It has been an interesting week, actually it has been an interesting semester, period. Life has been a whirlwind, and with each turn the whirlwind throws obstacles and challenges that leave me totally exhausted. However, I am glad I have some whirlwinds, it keeps life interesting and challenges my character and makes a wiser person in the end. (Like never put too much plate!)

We have finished our poetry paper! Whoo hoo! It was a lot of fun. I found a really neat poem that I could pull nutritious information and write indepth about it. At the end of our writing assignments we (the class), had a change of scenery from our beloved classroom and sat in comfort of the library, while we read to each other our poetry. Quite a pleasant experience really.

For the past week we have moved away from poetry and are now moving into Hamlet. We have had so much fun watching the movie, with Kenneth Branaugh playing Hamlet's part. It is so well done! The fun part is watching and reading the play and completly putting ones' trust in the faithfullness of the actors staying true to the lines as are written in Shakesphere's book. The movie does an excellent job at provoking emotion. The book is easier to understand having once seen the visual equivelance. Poor Hamlet, how it must be like a prison to live in such a regal manner. How he has to hide in his little room to regain his energy and thought. He is required to hide his emotions, always appear a strong man with no worries. Oh, but how he grieves. Shakesphere has this character close to his father, King Hamlet. It is apparent from his passion the son feels with the loss of his father, young Hamlet cannot understand his mother's indifference almost toward the mourning of her husband. What an imagination the author had. Creating a ghost for the story that haunts in the night and reveals how the old king died! Further to have a crew of actors which are used at Hamlet's despense to re-enact the day his father was murdered. What a story of love, passion, revenge and sin. It is too painful to think about this story, because we still deal with the same issues today. There is hate, jealousy, revenge, passion that is destroyed and love that turns sour. This paper will be an interesting one to write about. So many arguments can be made, but to choose one will be an interesting challenge.

Well I must go on and continue with my day. It was good chin wagging with you all. Goodluck with your next assignment, and may we all finish well!

Final draft on paper 2

So the final is due tomorrow, and it has been an awesome project. I found a really funny but serious poem. I learned a lot, especially breaking this poem down into its tiny pieces which make it a whole.
I had a really busy weekend at a SGA conference in Raliegh, where we learned the effectiveness of good leadership and successful networking. It was a long busy weekend, but fun and interactive too. The weather was absolutely lovely, and the bedtimes were much needed, esp. with the hour change.
Tomorrow will be a fun day, I would like to get back in the swing of things and get studies on the roll, but I think it safe to say I'm ready for easter break.
See you all tomorrow.

I found my Poem!!

ABOUT CROWS
by John Ciardi

The old crow is getting slow;
the young crow is not.
Of what the young crow does not know,
the old crow knows a lot.
At knowing things,
the old crow is still the young crow’s master.
What does the old crow not know?
How to go faster.
The young crow flies above, below,
and ringsaround the slow old crow.
What does the fast young crow not know?
WHERE TO GO.

With all things, do your very best...

There is scripture in the bible that instruct believers to do the best they possibly can with whatever is infront of them... no matter how great or small it is, we need to put forth all our efforts and work hard at it until it is perfect. Right now... is where I am sewing these words onto my heart and sleeve and continue to do just that. Sometimes it gets hard to continously giving your best all the time, it gets tiring, you just want to give up. However I am reminded I don't have it as bad or difficult as others and that Christ when he was on Earth serving us, he gave His best and even rose from the dead. Wow... how amazing. I love all the lessons, trials, and happy peaceful moments, they are all tools of learning and expanding ones character and personality.

Hope everyone has a productive week! Chin up...

Woven Blankets from around the times

Each day strings together like a woven blanket

however, sometimes the most beautiful wovens become torn

if not handled with care, the woven can shred

and become of no use but be a reminder of what it once stood for

still, even at times of despair and anxiety,

pieces of woven, whether they be from India, Spain, England or China

still have the purpose of keeping the fragile one warm and secure

My woven feels like its shredding from the seams, 

but I do not forget how unique it is... how it still has a purpose

Wow... what a day!

I love life and almost everything it has to offer, but sometimes I can truly get out of sorts. 

Looking through my paper it is obvious that it needs some organizing and styling added to it.

My thesis was along the lines of, a good man is more than what you see on the outside, there are a collective factors that make up the person of a good man, and I believe in the case of O'Connors story, a woman too. Just reflecting, grandmother really brought out the or rather it was easy to see what a good man was not, I could not help but realise that everyone has some good in them its how the cultivate that aspect of human behaviour and turn it into something beautiful. Ms. Frailly mentioned having written to her brother and that they both bring out good and bad out of each other...I see the same for this story and I realise that I want to have a positive effect on people, especially the ones that I love. When we have the ingredients to life and relationships, it is so very important that we combine the right amount of seriousness, silliness, love and firmness which bakes together in the right kind of environment for a life long expense. 

Having said all this, I have to remember to have my points and thesis at the start of each topic sentence and have my paper blend better, like coffee and creamer-- what is it with me with food and drinks! :)

When Peace like a river...

I got out of church this morning and with it being so beautiful outside, could not help but feel like I have walked out of a dark storage room where my mind and sanity was waiting patiently for the sunshine. I'm not sure I like winter so much... unless I find a way to deal with dark and cold days. I love it when the sun comes out, the birds are ready to start their new songs they've been waiting to perform since the winter "break". Everything seems to be coming back to life! However, I know that I am very lucky to be where I am today and also to realize how fortunate I am in having a relatively safe and happy life, where I don't have to worry what happens over my shoulder. This hymn was in mind today... it was written by a man in the early 1900's, when he lost his children as they were traveling across sea in a ship when they unfortunately drowned. The father went to the site on the ocean where his children died, and was inspired with these words from his heart:

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul. 

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul! 

(Chorus)

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul. (Chorus)

Oh Internet Connection! How I adore thee!

I was in La Vida Mocha lapping up my wi-fi... while waiting on my family to pick me up... I had written a 15mins worth of thought and feelings down, when I tried to jazz my post by changing the text... and somehow, deleted all my work! I was a little put out, did not have enough time to write another... so here is the replacement; no where near as interesting as the original.

The main jist of my blog was, I had found a format to follow by and keep my short story simple, but I am having trouble with it sounding eloquent. I feel that it needs a whole lot more work done to it, but we are nearing to the end of the process, I hope we all finish nice and strong! Good luck...

Revision for Paper 1

I am sitting trying to get the revision completed, but it truly is requiring analyzing the story for what it truly means. There are so many different ways this short story can be written, but the challenge I am finding is narrowing down my points in my introduction while writing creatively followed with a stylish flow. Through this writing process it is forcing me to look at the paper critically and eliminate what is not necessary and focusing on my points.

This paper has taken a few mental breaks so I could think and write clearly. A Good Man is Hard to Find does not follow the typical tale of a good man, but rather makes you think, what is a good man? When the story is says man, I also refer that to women. Grandmother's relationship with her son is not the best it can be, actually it seems very controlling and dominating; and she does not allow much room for growth. Grandmother is living with her son and his family, but has seemingly taken over the household. Life in the Bailey household is Grandmother's way or no way, which is apparent when the children's mother is not given much significance or interest. Also, I tried to think of everyday life at this household and I felt as if there would be hardly any communication going on... I mean real communication, communication where Bailey would wake up and kiss his wife in the morning and ask her how she was doing, what he could do for her to make her life easier, and support her in running the house; keep his children in check where they were respectful and less mouthy, spending more quality time with them showing them that even though Grandmother is living with them they are still his high priority, and finally with his mother, he shows her compassion and as a man takes the lead of his house even though it might hurt his mother's feelings at first but it is how the role is suppose to go. However, what we see is the opposite, things and remarks are rolled off into the dust and feelings of control and lack of desire to do anything about it is thrown out the window. Grandmother unintentionally puts the family under harms way and they are killed off in pairs, while she desperately tries to change the Misfit, but ends up dying...however dying redeemed for her trespasses.

In Enlish Class...

Hey everyone! Currently we are in class and working out the kinks in our blog, docs, and sites. I am loving the intensity of this class, and cannot wait till all this starts running smoothly. If anybody is interested in working in study groups outside of class, let us get together! My email is cllo1429@students.spcc.edu.

Please feel free to write on my wall!

Jazz <3

Friday... or rather Pre-Saturday... :-)

After a very active week... I find myself rather at loss with this "free" time on my  hands. Let me correct myself... I am not used to having this much time on my hands. My morning has consisted on catching up heavily on assignments and reading, for which I am thankful for this time! But what really is keeping me on this study roll is the fact that it is Friday and the rest of the family will be coming in from work tonight, we'll have dinner (for me this is the first time this week that I eat dinner at home... rephrase... eat dinner... period). My goal is to have as much school-work done so I can actually snuggle on the coach with a warm fuzzy blanket and watch a really good movie... make a commentaries while watching... interrupt and talk to my family while they tell me to hush and make some pleasant memories before I begin all over again with school tomorrow. 

I read the front cover of the latest Reader Digest this morning... I found this funny... it's cover story was "The Secrets to a Healthy Heart", and a sub-story of Paula Dean and her success to her tremendous cooking career! (For those who don't know Paula... she is the Queen of Southern Cooking, where she uses butter and fat to galore), but what got my attention was a statement, 10 Things You're Thankful For, well one of my first was I actually have school work to do... I don't know what I would do if we did not have SPCC. Every town should have something offered to them. 

Anyhow, enough of this rambling... I have been enjoying pondering on the stories that I've read, especially A Good Man is Hard to Find, by Flannary O'Connor. What was her point in the title...it still befaddles me! As I open the doorway into the story, I have a mental picture of Mr Darcy waiting to greet me at the door, but if a chicken has lips... everybody in the story gets killed... and Mr Darcy is no where to be found! Just the Misfit. Terribly disappointing. 

Jasmine Lloyd

Hello!

My name is Jasmine, I am currently in English 113, Literature based writing. Ms Frailly is my teacher and I am looking foward to this semester. Can't wait to work with you guys!